So Sore

Today is officially the second day I have gone to one of the classes at the gym I have joined a few days ago, and it has really kicked my ass! I didn't know it was a weightlifting class, so when I got there I was like oh what the heck I'll just do it. Wow, I totally underestimated how hard that class was, and overestimated how much power I really have. As I am typing, my muscles are aching. I guess this is a good sign, right? The class was followed by this kung fu- like kind of class, incorporating moves from martial arts to the beat of techno music. It was very intense, and I left the class when I felt like I was going to throw up the pizza I ate before hand. I felt that an hour and thirty minutes was good enough for my daily dose of working out. I will have Saturday and Sunday off from the gym, I guess it would be good recovery time right?

Oh, and when I got home today, I ate dinner with my dad. Then, I went upstairs to wash up. As I was in the shower, I kept on wondering "what if he called me right now? What would happen if i was shampooing my hair, and he called? He did. He called when I was in the middle of brushing my teeth. The phone kept on ringing, and I just stood there being clueless. We talked for five minutes, and after I was done in the shower, he surprised me and we skyped for another ten minutes. How awesome?      

Notice the awesome robe? Seriously. My muscles are aching so much right now from the class, I don't know how I will get up for work tomorrow! Gah! 6 am. O well, bring it on.